I don't miss you. Really, I don't.
Well, this is... unexpected.
He hasn't said a word. Not one word. He could always be playing hard to get. That's got to be it. Obviously, he misses me. He has to. He's being coy.
Or he could still be angry.
Or worse, he could still be with Nott. Can't be. Nott's not as cute as I am. Or as cuddly. He'll be back. It's only a matter of time.
These cufflinks are really nice. He'd like it if I gave it to him. He'll be caught off guard, and he'll be speechless to say anything, then he'll understand that this is all senseless and we can be back together again.
Fawcet is a DICK and he better not come near me again or I will murder him. I had to stuff cotton up my nose for the rest of the night to stop me from bleeing all over the place.
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I seem to be down to money again. I would accuse someone of stealing from me if there was anyone in Slytherin besides me who didn't have galleons coming out of their ears.
I think I want a new shirt. And cigarettes, definitely. And for those basic necessities, I need money which I do not have.
So...who wants a blow job?
Was Nott any good then?